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Do not use without the author’s permission. Bob stared at the house across the street with a crazed look in his eye. The hundreds of lights and Christmas figures that covered the house and filled the lawn lit up the whole neighborhood. “This time Fred isn’t going to win the holiday display competition! Not when he sees what I’ve got to offer! Isn’t that right, Jenna?” He turned to his wife, who was standing by the wall. She could only give a muffled reply because of the thick rubber horse bit in her mouth. Underneath her harness and bridle, she wore a brown fur-covered catsuit, complete with hooves for her hands and feet, and a pair of reindeer antlers on her head. Her wrists were cuffed to the waist belt of her harness, and her ankles were hobbled by a leather restraint. Her wide, frightened eyes tried to convey to her husband how insane she thought the whole idea was. ...

Extreme Magic Vignette: Studio sawing The studio was quite noisy, mostly with the chatter of the audience, seated in the steep ranks of seating on one side of the vast space. Between them and the flat white expanse of floor were several studio cameras with their operators, each checking in with the gallery and readying themselves for they had been told would be an interesting evenings filming. Audience had been briefed to stay mostly quiet unless the man introduced as Bob, the studio manager, held up a card for a reaction. He was earnestly speaking into the microphone of his head set. He went and stood in the middle of the floor and began waving his arms, causing the audience to quieten enough that he could be heard. ...

I awoke this morning with a smile on my face. My pet was lying next to me in the bed. It was awake. There was a vacant look on it’s face, staring off into space. There was little it could do, since the chain attached to it’s collar was keeping it there. And, with the arms removed, there was little it could do to get out of the situation. I was smiling because life was so much better for me now since the unexpected lottery win. But who would expect winning $185 million? ...

The knock came at 7:20. The date was for 7:00, but this was Provence after all. Margo left the couch to answer the door. “Bon jour! Bon Jour! Ca va?” The women did the cheek bump, air kiss thing. “Bien. Bien. Et vous?” “Bien, merci.” Margo noticed the guest’s car glistened with rain, sheltered under the portico. She led the guest through the house. The small villa, normally bright and airy with its many windows and white plaster walls, was plunged into darkness. There was no moon that night and the storm clouds made it all the more black. It was a gentle rain, though. A warm, steady, summer rain. The sound of it pattering on the tin roof over the patio echoed in the living room. ...

They are called horse walkers – the merry-go-round looking piece of equipment you see in corrals at various ranches that are used to give equine some exercise. This one has 6 arms for 6 horses. Perhaps someday I will have all the slots filled. But more sinister scenarios are afoot for my machinery. It is time to exercise the ladies. First I bring out Laura. She is blonde, tan and lean, and I intend to keep her that way. I lead her out of the barn and into the morning sun. She is wearing the standard exercise uniform for my ranch: a red bikini bra top, short denim shorts, and black cowboy boots. Her hands are bound in front of her with a thin leather strap, and she is wearing a 2” metal ring gag with a black leather strap holding it in place in her mouth. ...

Author’s Note: This story is inspired by the 1979 horror film, “Tourist Trap”. At a modest truck and travel stop along the massive interstate, the lunch crowd had arrived in full force of travelers and truck drivers alive. The booths were packed with all sorts of people, with even the front serving bar filled up. Alicia parked her car and entered the packed restaurant, seeing the crowd and immediately wondered how long the wait would be before she ordered; 10 minutes? 30 minutes, maybe? Was she better off heading back to her car and driving a little further for lunch? ...

(please note that this story does not contain a death scene) Warden Jenkens sighed heavily, and once again consulted his watch. He thought this was a total waste of time, just a stalling tactic. But the judge had been positive: “Last requests should be honored, if its practicable. Theirs is. But take ’em to that boutique on Main Street – that’ll be close to the Public Square.” So here they were, himself, the Boutique owner, and the two – convicts. He had to admit they didn’t look much like condemned prisoners right now. The Boutique owner, an attractive, middle-aged woman, had done their makeup and hair. Cynthia, the bigger, more mature one, had gone for a flamboyant look: lots of eyeshadow and bright lipstick. Jacqui, the smaller, cuter one, had been more restrained. Still, the warden admitted, they both looked good. The Boutique owner had done their hair, also, but here the Warden had been firm: “Keep it off their necks.” Cynthia had hers in a wild display of curls, while Jacqui had a flip that would not interfere with the noose at all. ...

Kate was 22 years old, who had just completed her degree in Biology at Durham University in England. Kate had been accepted onto the prestigious GSK graduate scheme, and she had high hopes of pursuing a career in Metabolic Diseases. In the mean time, Kate and her two good friends - Sarah and Sophie had decided to go back packing across Europe. The threesome excitedly planned their trip. Cheap airfares had made continental travel easy for even skint graduates. The initial plan was to start in Eastern Europe, and work their way westwards, visiting wherever took their fancy on their way back home, to a career and a future. Kate had a feeling this would be the last taste of freedom she would ever really have. She knew what commitment would be required in her new job, and in a few years she was determined to start a family, a big one like her own. So Kate was determined to be adventurous, and she managed to convince her friends that Europe, with it culture and history, was more daring than the safer, more predictable destinations of North America and Australia/New Zealand. ...

“Yeah, baby, you know you’re the one for me….. gulp… if ya come over tonight and spend a night with the Grungemeister, I can guarantee you’ll be riding the crimson wave with me, Katie… Darlene.. Darlene!.. Hello?..Hello?….” a young man in his early 20’s said into the cell phone before setting it aside in frustration and finishing off the rest of his beer in a single gulp. Belching loudly, Grunge leaned over for a semi cold piece of pepperoni pizza while images of naked and semi naked women flickered on a nearby television screen. Anyone who saw the black haired young man with pizza sauce dribbling down his chin wearing only boxer shorts sprawled out on an unmade bed would have been surprised to find out he was known as Grunge, member of a group of young men and woman known as Gen13. Each person has individual super powers which they used time and again in battle against various criminals throughout the world. Grunge’s ability was to change himself or whoever he was in contact with into the material of his choosing proved invaluable in battle alongside his team mates against the various evils of the world. However, the battle that was foremost in Grunge’s mind at the present was the one against the boredom he was feeling. The date he had tried to line up had fallen through and he had a disagreement with his long time girlfriend Roxy (also known as Freefall for her abilities to control gravity) which had her off by herself in the vast house the team lived in. As Grunge hit the rewind button on his TV remote, he laid back on his bed and glanced lazily about his unkempt room for something to occupy himself with. “Hmmm… what to do..what to do… computer games?.. naahh… music?… ehhh… hmmm…” Grunge muttered out loud before his gaze settled on a brightly colored cardboard box sitting on the floor near his bookcase. Swinging himself out of bed, the black haired man ambled over and picked up the box he spotted. It was an inflatable sex doll Grunge had bought while in an adult entertainment shop with Roxy looking for something to spice things up. Unfortunately, Roxy took a very nasty attitude towards his purchase when she saw it and told Grunge she better not see it anywhere when she’s around or else Grunge would have only that to keep himself happy at night. “Well, she… puff… isn’t speaking… puff.. to me… right now… puff…. so she’ll never…. puff…. know!” Grunge said to himself while blowing air into the sex toy that he had extracted from the box. He could have used the inflation pump that came with the doll but he figured with his genetically enhanced lungs that doing it manually would be much faster. Indeed, after about thirty seconds or so, the doll was fully inflated and the young hero quickly put the plug in to seal the air in. Grunge laid the doll down on the bed and stood back, looking at it for a few seconds. For an inflatable sex toy, it was remarkably well built and realistic in its appearance. The blonde haired doll had painted blue eyes and a wide O-shaped mouth with exaggerated breasts and a shiny exterior that glistened under the light of the bedroom. Grunge grinned broadly as he flopped down on the bed beside the sex toy and pulled the bed sheet over them before letting his hands wander. After several minutes of the dark haired man running his fingers over the doll’s soft body, Grunge was about to climb on top of the doll and ram his member deep into it when he heard a loud pounding on his bedroom door. Thinking that it might be Roxy, Grunge fell back on the bed and hastily threw the bedding over himself and the doll as best as possible before looking back at the door. “Ummm.. come in, Roxx…. I’m glad you’re not mad anymore…” the young man called out, hurriedly tossing the box out of the way before putting his hands under the bed sheet on top of the doll to try and disguise its presence. The door was flung open and a very tall redhead with dripping wet hair stormed in, wearing nothing but a large terry cloth towel that barely covered her assets. Her name was Caitlin Fairchild and she was the possessor of incredible strength and invulnerability and the acknowledged leader of the group. If her abilities were not awe inspiring enough, Kat also possessed a body that most women would die for and which men openly lusted after. Long slender legs that seemed to go on forever ended in an incredibly tiny waist before blossoming into a muscular torso and size 38 breasts that seemed to bob like melons whenever she moved was the figure Caitlin carried into battle or just sunning herself by the pool. Her face, usually a serene one with warm green eyes and full lips that were surrounded by long red hair, was at that moment one of incredible rage and anger as she glared at the bemused Grunge. “You little creep! I was just taking a shower when I noticed a hole in the shower wall. When I looked behind it, I found a video cable and camera with a tape in it and it all belonged to you, you jerk!“Caitlin snapped angrily as she took a step towards Grunge. “I hope she doesn’t discover the stack of tapes I’ve got in the bookcase marked ‘Shower Scenes - Vol. 1-10’… " Grunge thought to himself as he sat up slightly. “Uhh, Caitlin, look, you’ve got it all wrong. I lent that camera to a guy who was doing work repairing the house a few months ago. He must have put it in that thing when he was here,” he said with a slur to his voice from the numerous beers he had been drinking. “Don’t give me that shit, you jerk! You put your name on the camera and it had a picture of you and Roxy stuck to the bottom….” the red haired heroine ranted before stopping suddenly and her eyes widened. “Who the hell is that with you in bed?” “Shiittt!!!…” Grunge thoughtto himself as he pressed his hands into the doll hoping that it would deflate or somehow not be as obvious. “Umm.. Caitlin, you’ve got it all wrong honestly. Roxy’s the only woman for me, you know that. Uhh… could you give a minute or two? I don’t feel well at all…” he fibbed, hoping that a little queasiness would get Caitlin to leave him alone long enough to deflate and put the doll away. Unfortunately for Grunge,Caitlin was not having any part of his attempt to get her to leave and instead stormed over to where Grunge lay under the covers. The heroine pulled back the bedding with an angry tug, revealing Grunge laying next to an inflatable love doll trying desperately to conceal it. Caitlin stared in shock for a few seconds before she threw back her head in a loud and uproarious laugh. “Hehehehe!! The mighty Grunge… a guy who comes on to every woman he ever sees… spends his nights when he’s alone with a blow-up doll. When I tell my sister about this, she’ll never have anything to do with you, ever again,” she said mischievously. “NOOO!!” Grunge shouted as he grabbed hold of Caitlin by her arms while simultaneously triggering his genetic ability to transform others or himself. In this case his inebriated condition, coupled with his close contact with the plastic sex toy, caused him to trigger a change in his redhaired team mate that normally he never would do. From Fairchild’s perspective, her eyes widened in shock as she realized what Grunge was up to. However, before she could use her incredible strength to break free or shout at her drunken colleague, she found her ability to do either had vanished. To her shock and amazement, she saw that her skin was starting to change color and appearance from its normal flesh tone to a smooth latex or rubber look. Fairchild saw her fingers becoming smooth fingers of artificial material much like her arms and legs were becoming. To the redhead’s shock, her breasts started to swell and tremble in such a way that the towel she was wearing fell to the floor, though it was already starting to slide off her changing body. Fairchild’s tits seemed to increase by at least one cup size, much to the heroine’s mental embarrassment and to Grunge’s drunken glee, before becoming rigid domes of rubber with bright pink areolas and erect nipples that resembled eraser nubs from pencils. She felt her exposed pussy stretching and forming an ovular shape much like her mouth now was with her lips growing thicker and more luscious. “I’m being turned into a love doll… a damned rubber fuck toy… damn that Grunge… thinks he can do as he please… please… need to please… use me….” Fairchild started to mentally scream in anger before her screams turned to ones that would resemble a sex doll’s thoughts. The living sex doll’s legs slowly spread apart into an obscene V-shape while her face became nothing more than painted features on soft rubber. “Hmmm… so I finally get to see what Caitlin looks like naked… mmmm…” Grunge muttered as he lifted the now very light weight Fairchild and carried her to his bed. Looking for a second at the doll’s lustful expression, he tossed her very light body on his bed where it bounced two or three times and rolled on its side for a second before finally coming to rest on its back. The redhead’s doll eyes stared up at the ceiling with its air-filled body ready for exploring and caressing from its new owner. “No Roxy makes the Grunge man one lonely and horny guy.. maybe it’s time for me and my new toy to get to know each other… hmmm…” Grunge said as he popped open a can of his favorite beer and walked over to his side of the bed. However, in his unsteady walk to the bed, he tripped over an empty pizza box and fell to the floor with a mighty thud. Thirty seconds or so later and with a loud belch, Grunge pulled himself to his feet and glanced at the dollified Fairchild, which still sat there, eager to please. “Well, Fairchild, what do you you say we get a little closer and get to know each other some more?” Grunge said with a definite sluggishness as he tumbled onto the bed. The semi-drunk hero reached over and caressed Fairchild’s soft inanimate body, paying particular care to her large breasts and inviting mouth. After several minutes of caresses with hands that were far shakier than he expected, Grunge partly sat up and adjusted the doll’s pose to his liking. He pushed Fairchild’s arms up so that they appeared to be tucked behind her head in a seductive manner. Grunge then sat the doll so that it was partly propped up by the pillows on the bed and pushed its legs slightly apart exposing its bright pink pussy even more. “Oooohhh.. dolly going to be used… make owner happy…” the doll thought as Grunge pulled himself on top of it. Peering at Fairchild’s eyes that showed only lust and desire in them and little else, Grunge paused momentarily as clear thinking managed to surface out of his alcohol soaked mentality. “Should I?… geez, if Fairchild ever found out that I made out with her when she was a blow-up sex doll, she’d kill me… and Roxy and Sarah would probably help her too. Hmmm… I’ll never get another chance though…” Grunge muttered to himself before leaning down and caressing Fairchild’s face and lips once again. He started to rub and down against the soft rubber body, running his hands over the soft thighs while running his tongue over the doll’s mammoth sized tits. Grunge was about to plunge his rock-hard penis into the doll’s inviting pussy when he heard a banging at the door. “Shoot… just when Grunge was going to have fun …” the young man muttered as he pulled himself off the doll and sat up. Taking a second to wrap a sheet around his lower half as well as drape a sheet over the Fairchild doll, Grunge belched loudly as he stood up and slowly wobbled to the insistent knocking on his door. “Yeah.. yeah… just a second!” Grunge muttered out loud as he staggered to the doorway. Opening it, he found the very annoyed figure of Sarah (known as Rainmaker when they were out in public) standing there, clad in a blue and red silk robe. Although not nearly as muscular or buxom as Fairchild, her thin physique coupled with sensuous curves in all the right places made this Native American beauty a beautiful woman that more than a few men stared openly at when first laying eyes on her. One thing that Sarah kept private for the most part was the fact that she was bisexual and fantasized often to herself about catching the busty Fairchild naked while coming out of the shower or some other compromising situation. However, those thoughts were far from her mind as she stood staring into the drunken face of the semi-nude Grunge. “Look, Grunge, I don’t know who you’re with or what you’re up to right now but there’s a guy down at the front door from Pepito’s Pizzeria who says you owe him $300 for pizzas you bought in the past on credit. He says he’s not leaving until he’s got the money you owe him so you might want to throw something on and go see the guy right away,” Sarah said, trying not to notice the smell of cold pizza and beer that hung around Grunge. “Uhh.. look, Sarah, I’m kinda busy right now. Why don’t I give you some money to give to him along with a reasonable excuse; when he sees those long lovely arms and everything else of yours, he’ll just melt away and forget why he even came,” Grunge said with a wolfish smile on his face. “No way, Grunge! This is your mess, so you deal with it!” Sarah said with a frown on her face and crossed her arms in front of her in a show of determination. The Native American heroine had been conned by Grunge numerous times in the past and was not about to be sucked into one of his schemes yet again. “All right, all right… geez, ya ask someone to do a favor for ya and they get all huffy!” Grunge muttered as he threw on a fading tan brown robe and stumbled towards the door, scratching his head with his right hand. “Maybe Roxy can lend me a few bucks after I pay the guy… " “Grunge has to grow up someday… let his brain catch up to the rest of him and stop treating women as objects of lust…” Sarah thought to herself as her feminist side surfaced for a second. Watching Grunge slowly weave his way down the stairs, she turned to look back at the disgusting pigsty that Grunge kept for a room. Sarah saw the usual array of skin mags and empty pizza boxes scattered everywhere, which didn’t surprise her, but the sight of something decidedly female-shaped underneath one of Grunge’s bed sheets piqued her curiosity. “All right, Miss Whoever, you might want to take this opportunity to use the washroom and freshen up while Grunge is out fixing things up with the pizza guy. In fact, you should know….” Sarah started to say to the unknown woman as she crossed the room and stood next to the bed. However, she fell silent when she pulled back the sheet and saw what was lying underneath the bedding. Staring back at her was an inflatable love doll that looked remarkably like her team mate Fairchild, though with a mouth, arms and legs looking like a typical sex toy. “Hmmm… I wonder where Grunge would find a doll that looks like Fairchild so much. I don’t think he could afford a custom made doll that would be this detailed and lifelike. Grunge must know somebody just getting into the business as a manufacturer and conned the guy into doing this as a prototype. It certainly has Fairchild’s tits…. " Sarah muttered as she moved closer to the doll and ran her fingers along its smooth surface. “Oooohh… someone is touching me… need to be used… make her happy…” the doll thought as its consciousness, which had settled into a light slumber, awoke with the pleasant sensations that it was starting to feel. It could feel Sarah tracing fingers around the perimeter of her inflated bosoms, pausing for a second or two to push inwards slightly before moving on to the rest of her body. After a minute or two of caressing the amazingly lifelike doll, Sarah turned to leave the room but stopped after a few steps. Looking back at the nude sex toy that lay invitingly on the bed, visions of her own erotic dreams of Fairchild and herself writhing together in endless intimacy came to the forefront. A smile crossed Sarah’s face as she closed the bedroom door and went back to the bed where the doll laid staring at the ceiling with its painted eyes. “If I know Grunge, he’ll be down telling the pizza guy his sad life story for an hour or more. That should give me more than enough time to indulge myself in a little fantasy play of my own,” Sarah said softly as she took off her silk robe and placed it on a nearby chair. Sarah crawled up on the bed and laid down next to the doll for several seconds staring with lust into the doll’s face. She then leaned over gently kissed the sex toy on its open mouth before moving on to its rose colored cheeks and slender neck. “Oooohhhh… she likes me…. I hope I make her happy…..” the doll thought as it felt Sarah put her hands around its soft pliable body and pulled it close to her. After kissing and caressing the doll’s face and neck for several minutes, Sarah moved down to the dolls’ breasts and pushed her own sizable tits against the sex toy’s firm orbs. She wriggled up and down for several minutes against the doll as her sexual excitement increased substantially. Sarah was oblivious to everything around her as she felt her pleasure building towards a very intense orgasm. Sarah was so intent on her fondling the sex doll that resembled her team-mate that she didn’t notice that Grunge had staggered back in the room and was ogling the lustful scene with much amusement. Rubbing his chin at seeing what he often had fantasized about, Grunge’s face broke into a wolfish grin as he thought of a way to make things even better. Walking over slowly to the bed where Sara, moaning in pleasure, was on top of the Fairchild doll and oblivious to everything around her. “Heh… I think Sara is about to find out just what she’s been playing with….” Grunge thought to himself as he grasped hold one of the Fairchild doll’s legs with his left hand while resting his right hand gently on Sarah’ s right ankle, which was soaked in sweat. As Sarah continued to caress and rub herself against the doll’s body, which squeaked in response to the friction between the two, she noticed that her movements were slowing down quite noticeably. At first, she attributed it to the energy she was putting into her erotic play but then she noticed that the sounds coming from her caresses were starting to sound odd as well. Instead of the usual sounds of flesh rubbing up against rubber, she swore it sounded like it was rubber caressing another rubber object. The dark haired woman raised her body up for a moment to see if anything unusual was indeed happening. It was then that she discovered that the fingers on both her hands were merging together to become one solid mass of flesh and that flesh was changing. Sarah could see that her skin was turning into some sort of shiny rubber with no signs of freckles or blemishes and the transformation was spreading rapidly! Whipping her head around as much as she could muster, Sarah saw the leering face of Grunge standing behind her with his hand near her right ankle. “What the hell are… ooohhh… you doing, Grunge? “the weather-manipulating woman said as she found her body becoming increasingly unresponsive to her wishes. “Well, Sarah, since you seem so keen in playing with Fairchild in her new form as an inflatable love doll, I thought you might see what it’s like being one yourself,” Grunge said with a wolfish smile visible on his face. Sarah saw that both her legs now were taking on a decidedly shiny appearance with seams becoming visible on both. She tried desperately to twitch her legs out of Grunge’s grasp but they were unresponsive to her wishes and in fact they seemed to resemble more and more hollow tubes as time passed. “You… can’t…. be…. ooohhhh…. doing..this…. ahhhh…” Sarah moaned as she tried to raise her right hand in anger and deliver a powerful bolt of lightning in Grunge’s direction. However, her right hand only raised up a couple of inches at best before settling back on top of the doll’s torso. Sarah found her breathing was coming out more and more in sharp gasps that were tinged with erotic pleasure. “Hrrhh… yep… you get your fantasy and I get mine,for tonight…..” Grunge grunted as he ran his left hand over the woman’s thighs knowing what was going to happen in the next few minutes. He could see the glossy look was spreading rapidly up Sarah’s backside and her struggles were becoming weaker by the second. At the same time, he saw her anus was moving upward by several inches as it formed into an ovular shape like any other love doll. At this point, Grunge grabbed Sarah by her rapidly shrinking waist and flipped her over onto her back. As he guessed, the change to the long haired brunette was nearing its completion. Her pubic hair had completely disappeared with her pussy forming into an O-shaped opening. Sarah’s arms and legs were completely made of artificial latex now, with a definite sheen to her appearance. When flipped over, the transforming heroine’s legs slowly spread apart into a V-shape despite the wishes of Sarah, whose face still showed signs of humanity. Grunge sat down on the bed with his hand now resting on Sarah’s latex torso and watched in amusement as her arms slowly raised upwards and formed the traditional L-shape that all love dolls took on when inflated or constructed. Her breasts had swelled outwards by at least one cup size, now capped by bright pink areolas and rubbery nipples that looked to be at least an inch long. Sarah’s chest, completely changed to latex and rubber by now, barely rose up and down now as Grunge’s touch had almost completely changed her now. “You…. youuuuu………” Sarah sputtered a last word or two before her ability to talk vanished altogether, followed by a few seconds later by her breathing. Strangely, for Sarah, the loss of both of these abilities didn’t seem to trouble her too much any more as her conscious thoughts, much like the Fairchild doll’s next to her, seemed to be more primitive and focused on a few primal urges and desires. “Oooooohhh…. I’m a good fuck toy…. I hope my owner uses me soon…. NOOOO!!!…. Damn that Grunge!….. he’s gonna…. gonna use me soon?” Sarah thought to herself as her change into a sex doll reached its conclusion with her mouth twisting and contorting into an inviting O-shape. The interior changed much like her other openings with the teeth and tongue melting away as a smooth rubber sac formed inside Sarah’s mouth that even now was aching for something to fill it. Sarah’s change was completed with her eyes widening as they changed to nothing more than painted features that reflected eternal lust and no hint whatsoever of the woman she was just a short while ago. Her long hair was now nothing more than synthetic strands that were sewn into her hollow head. “Hrrrhh…. you two make a great couple of dolls… mmmm….. just a second… I’ve gotta go drain the lizard and I’ll be right back to… ummm…. have some… errr… fun or something…..” Grunge muttered before staggering off to the bathroom, belching loudly as he went. “Oooohhh… does owner have new doll to keep him happy?” the Fairchild doll thought as her latex body brushed up against the other doll now on the bed. “Is this Fairchild next to me….? …Are you planning to have some sort of fucking orgy…. fucking… I wish my owner would fill me up up with his cock or tongue soon….“Sarah thought as more of the sex doll persona became prevalent in her hazy thinking. Five or ten minutes later, Grunge emerged from the bathroom, scratching himself on several spots of his body and scarfing down a piece of pizza he had brought with him. After retrieving a cold can of beer from a fridge buried under a large heap of clothing, the dark haired man looked over at the two love dolls that were lying on the bed with their hollow arms extended upwards to hold their owner. Guzzling down half of the beer he had in his hand, Grunge set the can down on a nearby table and rubbed his chin in silent contemplation for several long seconds. The dark haired man then walked over to his dresser and started rummaging through the drawers one by one. After flinging out several porno magazines followed by what looked like laundry that was several months old along with a few other things, Grunge found the drawer he was looking for. He pulled out a large plastic tub filled with what looked like milky white gel with K-LOVE-Y-JELLY written on the side. With a wolfish smile crossing his face, Grunge bent down and rummaged through a cardboard box for a minute or so before pulling out two brightly colored packages that were wrapped in plastic. One was a fairly long pink dildo that promised to the buyer “guaranteed pleasure for a woman every night!”. The other one was a black vibrator with a bright red tip with batteries that proclaimed “the toy that keeps pleasing for hours and hours!”. Quickly tearing the packaging off the sex toys, Grunge opened up the jar of cream and smeared the tips of them with the clear substance. The young hero then walked over to the dolls lying on the bed, turning his attention to the Sarah doll first. Flipping the doll around, he set it on its hands and knees next to the bed running his hands over its soft, rubbery surface. Grunge then smeared the cream that he had applied on the dildo and vibrator on the anus and mouth of the love doll. From Sarah’s perspective, the sensation of her doll body being caressed and fondled, which was producing fairly loud squeaks as it was shifted and moved, was incredible and her enjoyment of the situation was increasing by the moment. Moments later, her feelings of enjoyment intensified by several levels as Sarah felt the cream slathered into her openings followed by the sensation of a vibrator into her soft, rubbery, anus. The doll would have screamed in pleasure over the feelings rippling through her body but Sarah stayed silent save for a squeaking noise that grew louder as her anus started to vibrate in response to the sex toy’s insertion. Moments later, Sarah felt the welcome presence of a dildo inserted into its O-shaped mouth followed by a gentle sucking noise emanating the interior. These noises increased in amplitude seconds later when Grunge pushed aside the hair draped over the doll’s neck to reveal what looked a series of three buttons lined up vertically, with the first one currently depressed. Smiling wolfishly, Grunge depressed the last of the buttons and was immediately rewarded by the sounds of sucking and vibrating increasing from the doll. “Grunge, you bastard!…. when I change back, I’ll make….. make this last longer…. ooooh…. feels so good being a dolly…..” the doll thought as Sarah briefly had a moment of clear thought before being overcome by the erotic sensations that were rippling through her body. Grunge, in the meantime, had crawled onto the bed once again and, after a belch or two, started to caress and fondle the Fairchild doll. “Hrrr… Cat, you are quite the sexy doll. I gotta say, whenever you went out by the pool in you bikini and stood next to Roxy, I thought about having a threesome but knew you’d both probably throw me through a wall. Well, now, we both get to find out what it… ummm… urrp… would be like for us to have a little fun together. Maybe…. ummm… you, me, Sarah and Roxy can get together in the pool where we can float around and relax… well, maybe you and Sarah will float while me and Roxy enjoy the scenery,” the black haired man said while resting his head on the doll’s large breasts. Five or so minutes later, Grunge had pulled himself on top of the Fairchild doll with fairly loud squeaks audible as he did. Stripping off what little clothing he was wearing, the hero slowly lowered his stiffening cock towards the doll’s open pussy and the warm rubbery interior. The tip of his stiffening member had just brushed against the outer edges of doll’s pussy (sending waves of pleasure through both Grunge and the dollified Fairchild) when suddenly it seemed to stop in mid air. Before Grunge fully realized, he found his whole body floating upwards from the sex toy, which ached to have him in it. As Grunge floated a foot or so above his bed, even in his inebriated state he realized that his current state was something he had seen (with others in his place) many times in the past. Turning his head to his left, he glimpsed the familiar face of Roxy, who was standing near the doorway of his bedroom. Dressed in a pink bathrobe that matched the shock of hair in her forehead, the diminutive heroine, and long time girlfriend of Grunge, was able to use the power of gravity against her opponents in battle and either sending them flying upwards against the ceiling or smashing to the ground unable to move. Judging by the expression Grunge saw on Roxy’s face, he figured, even in his inebriated state,that he was in deep, deep trouble. “You jerk! I just got off the phone after talking to some bimbo named Darlene, who wanted to ’let the Grungemeister know she was available to rock his world this coming weekend!’. Naturally, I’m a little ticked to hear this so I come to your room to see who she was and find you in bed with two other women. I have half a mind to let you float up to the moon!” Roxy screamed as her hand, with energy visible around its edges, was gestured angrily in the direction of her inebriated boyfriend. “Ummm…. look, Roxx…. if…. uhh…. you let you me down, I’ll tell you the whole story… believe me…. burp… this is all just a misunderstanding,” the hero said with his face turning red partly due to the fact he was naked, staring down at an angry Roxy and his stomach rumbling from the mixture of food and alcohol he had been swallowing recklessly. “Uh-huh… right…. sure……” Roxy hissed and dropped her hand to her side. A moment or so later, Grunge, no longer weightless, dropped to the floor like a sack of wet cement, where he lay motionless. Shaking her head in disgust, the gravity bending heroine turned her attention to Grunge’s bed and what laid beneath the covers. Roxy was a little puzzled why the two women weren’t jumping up and scrambling to get their clothes and get out. Considering this was what happened the last time she caught Grunge with some beach bimbo, she figured the women must have passed out from inebriation or fallen asleep. “Look… Look, Roxy, it’s like this…..” Grunge panted as he laid on his stomach and looked groggily upwards at the backside of his girlfriend. He tried to reach up with his right hand to grab hold of the bathrobe that Roxy was wearing to get her attention but she moved just out of range as he was doing so. “Ok, you bitches, time to wake up and hit the road. If I ever catch you around my boyfriend, you’re going to regr…..” Roxy started to snarl before falling silent when she pulled back the bed sheets. Instead of finding two nude women underneath, she found a pair of inflatable love dolls, one a redhead and the other a brunette, lying on the bed. “What the hell? Geez, Grunge, you mean you and your massive libido struck out tonight so you decided to get your jollies with a pair of blow-up dolls. You’re even….” Roxy started to say with a growing sense of humor and a smile becoming evident on her face before suddenly falling silent. With only her eyes moving, she glanced downwards and saw Grunge had grabbed hold of her right ankle with his right hand. Judging by the fact that it was already starting to look unnaturally glossy in appearance, it seemed that Grunge was using his powers for some unstated reason. “You see, Roxy, I was minding my own biz when Caitlin came in accusing me of something and wanting to… umm… take a romp in the bed in return for her silence. She wouldn’t leave me be so I… uhhh… turned her into the love doll you see on the bed. I was going to take a shower, watch some TV and change her back later on when… urppp….. Sara snuck in and started rubbing up against it under the bed covers. I reached in to change Caitlin back and instead….. ummm….. well, that’s how there are two sex dolls lying on the bed now,” Grunge gasped as he tried to regain his composure. “Caitlin…. Sarah…. bothlove dolls!!…. well, if that’s true, then…….. oh no… he’s not… he can’t…. he wouldn’t….. he’s not… …..GRUNGE, YOU’RE TURNING MEINTO A LOVE DOLL AS WELL!!!!…….” Roxy thought to herself even as she felt a growing sense of lightness throughout her body. She no longer had any control over her limbs but she saw they were moving on their own. Her legs were slowly spreading apart into what seemed like an obscene V-shape while her arms, frozen in front of her at first, were straightening out even as they drew closer to her sides. “You’re always give me a hard time about we never spend any intimate time together so…. ummm… this is a way I can satisfy that …. urrrpp…. though you’re going to be pretty quiet for the rest of the night,” Grunge muttered as he slowly pulled himself to his feet while maintaining contact with Roxy’s immobile body. Reaching around with his left hand, the young man fumbled briefly with the knot holding Roxy’s robe closed. After a few seconds of sluggish pawing, Grunge managed to untie the robe and expose Roxy’s nude body so she could see what was happening to her. “Oh no, I’m right! …..Grunge, YOU BASTARD!!!!…. I’m going to kill you when I….. uhhhh… I feel pretty good……. wow…….” Roxy thought to herself even as her thinking seemed to grow muffled by the pleasure spreading through her body. She glanced downwards with her eyes and saw that her breasts were swelling noticeably and looked to be growing larger than even Caitlin’s sizable boobs. She could see that her nipples and areolas were turning bright pink in color with both taking on a decidedly artificial look in appearance. Suddenly, a faint gasp of pleasure issued from Roxy’s mouth as she felt her pussy twitch and contort before forming into an ovular shape with the interior feeling like the same material the rest of her body was becoming. At the same time, her anus seemed to shift upwards by several inches before forming into the same O-shape as her pussy. “You’re looking pretty good, Roxx…. ummphh….. in fact, I think this is kinda the best you’ve ever looked. Of course, I’m a little biased…. mmmmm…..” Grunge muttered in a slurred voice as he put his hands around Roxy’s waist, which was narrowing even as he talked. “Look good? …..my owner likes me…. I hope he uses me soon…….WHERE THE HELL DID THAT THOUGHT COME FROM?….. I’M NOT A SEX DOLL…………. I’m a good dolly……. I need my boobies fondled…. my mouth seems so empty …..DAMN,THAT’S NOT TRUE…. I….I…. yes…. NO!…. YES!!……” Roxy thought as her perceptions bounced wildly around as a result of her continual transformation. As she glanced downward with her eyes, she saw that her whole body was now uniformly glossy in appearance with seams visible on her arms, legs and around her waist. If anyone looked at her now, they would mentally dismiss her as just another realistic looking fuck toy. The change swept into Roxy’s head and shoulders with her tiny shoulder blades disappearing from sight and a seam that looked to be encircling her neck becoming visible. Her mind continued to be bombarded by waves of pleasure even as she felt herself growing lighter by the second. Suddenly, she felt her teeth and tongue melt away as her mouth’s interior formed into a smooth sac much like her other two openings. At the same time, her mouth formed into a perfect O-shape that was already aching to be filled. With her eyes changing to nothing more than painted features and her hair becoming threads of synthetic material that looked to be sewn into her hollow head, Roxy’s conversion into a latex love doll was complete. She would have toppled forward at this point but Grunge had a somewhat firm grip on the doll’s waist and even now his free hand was roaming freely over Roxy’s soft skin. “Ooooohhhh….. dolly likes that…. my owneris very excited…. he likes my boobies…. mmmmmm…….“Roxy thought as, just like Caitlin and Sarah before her, her thoughts seemed to revolve around the primitive mindset of an inflatable love doll. She felt Grunge run his hands over her firm tits and greatly enjoyed the pleasure that resulted from such caresses. The sex toy’s only regret was that all of its openings were aching to be filled by her owner. As if he could hear the doll’s mental pleas, Grunge picked up the doll by the waist and, shoving it clumsily under his right arm, staggered back to the bed where the dollified Caitlin and Sarah waited patiently for their owner. “Oooohhh… owneris going fuck me now?……” the Caitlin doll thought as it felt Grunge briefly run his left hand through the synthetic red hair before letting his hand run down her hollow latex body. Tossing Roxy into the middle of the bed, Grunge turned his attention to the dollified Caitlin and Sarah, lying near the edges of the mattress. Picking up the dolls individually, he pulled Caitlin’s arms above her head and after bending them at the elbow, he tucked the doll’s hands around its hollow head. Grabbing a small pillow off the floor, he shoved the cushion under the doll’s lower torso just above its waist. As a result, the doll’s legs were splayed out to the sides in a raised position with its bottom two openings ready to be filled by the doll’s owner. For Sarah, Grunge bent the doll at its knees as he positioned it so that the doll was in a sitting position with the latex behind resting on the lower legs. He then took Sarah’s hands and attempted to position them so that the doll’s fingers were grasping its breasts in a seductive way. However, he failed several times due to the fact that Sarah, in her new inanimate form, had no strength in her hollow arms. Finally, Grunge gave up and his fingers started to tingle as he summoned his ability to affect the molecular composition of others to solve his ‘problem’. As he felt the energy build, an idea began to ferment in his alcohol soaked mind how to extend his solution and make his night truly memorable…….. Following Morning………. The sound of lawnmowers humming in the neighborhood gradually woke Grunge from his slumber atop his bed. As he groggily pulled himself into a sitting position and rubbed his bloodshot eyes, he looked around his room and realized the pounding in his head was a result of another night of beer and pizza. Judging by the stickiness of his bedding, he must have spilled more than a little beer on his bed. However, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t alone during his partying, though who he was with proved to be a mystery. Before he could start to clean up a small part of his mess and throw some clothes on, there was a loud thumping on his door. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there in a minute…..” Grunge murmured as he wrapped a bed sheet around his waist and staggered towards the door. He had barely opened the door when he found himself flying backwards courtesy of a powerful bolt of energy. Grunge impacted against the wall next to the bed momentarily stunned and when he opened his eyes, he saw a sight that he only imagined in his wildest dreams. Caitlin, Roxy and Sarah were all standing in his room - completely naked - with their bodies fully exposed for anyone to see. Furthermore, they seemed posed to show off their bodies with their hands positioned on their lithe forms like they were in an adult photo shoot. Sarah had her hands under her breasts shoving them upwards as if she was offering them to Grunge. Caitlin had her arms bent and tucked behind her head which pushed her chest and torso outwards in a very pleasing manner. Roxy seemed to have her hands resting on her lovely ass which gave her a posture that was already starting to cause a tingling in Grunge’s nether regions. However, all three had looks of extreme anger on their faces with Sarah’s fingers starting to show the telltale signs of another electrical charge building. Suddenly, Grunge realized why they were so pissed…. their hands were fused there and they were unable to move them! The brown haired man realized who they were blaming for their predicament and that maybe they knew more about the events of the previous night than he did. “Ummmmm…. Roxy, Cat, Sarah ….I can explain……. OUCHHH!!!!…… OUCHHH!!!……” Grunge started to say before another electrical bolt slammed into him…… People walking on the sidewalk outside the house that the four shared noticed that there seemed to be some sort of electrical problem going on inside the building….. A storm that lasted for a very long time afterward…….. ...

Glenda sat in silence in the back of the taxi as it drove towards the destination she had requested. She had been living a relatively hum drum life back in the US working as a bank clerk and living in a small New England town. However, in one day, her whole life changed as she received word that a distant relative, a step uncle named Charles Elkington, who lived in England had recently passed away and had named her as his sole heir. Apparently, her inheritance consisted of a fairly sizable sum of money along with a castle and land that went with it. The only provision of the will was that Glenda had to take up residence in the castle on a full time basis to be allowed access to the rest of her inheritance. Glenda wasted little time in saying good-bye to her friends and family before packing up her things and boarding a plane for England. Once there, she hailed a taxi and set off for Manekinshire Castle, her new home. " I never heard of this Charles Elkington before…apparently, I was the only relative he had to leave his estate to…I wonder what he was like…. " Glenda thought to herself as the taxi passed a throng of people who looked to be coming from a soccer match with their boisterous cheers and colorful attire. The taxi slowed for a bit to avoid the ones who had been drinking too much before it speed up once again. The driver exited the city and into the countryside where it wound down several back roads before turning onto a long driveway that was lined on both sides by huge trees that looked to be several decades old. The cab slowly wound the road allowing Glenda to look at the place that loomed ahead. When she saw the size of the castle, she was so surprised that her mouth literally hung open for several seconds. She was blown by the size of the place, which dwarfed anything she had ever lived in before. Glenda could see what appeared to be tennis courts and stables behind the castle with a three car garage off to the right of the castle’s facade. The taxi pulled up to where the front door of the castle was and several people were standing waiting for her arrival. When Glenda stepped out of the taxi, one of the staff, a well dressed man in his early 40’s, walked over and paid the driver for the fare before stepping around and taking her luggage out for her. " My name is Henry, ma’am…I’m head of staff of Manekinshire Castle and these are the other members of staff who work inside or around the grounds. I’ll introduce you to them and then show you around the estate." he said smoothly while gesturing towards the waiting staff. After Glenda met the staff, she spent the next hour or so being shown the many rooms as well as where the stables were in addition to the courts and garage she had already seen. Feeling fatigued from all the day’s activities, Glenda asked to be shown to her room so she could get some sleep. Once settled in her huge bedroom, Glenda changed into her nightie and settled in for a luxurious sleep on the huge four post bed that seemed to have enough room on it for four of her let along her slender body. The only thing that disturbed her was the uneasy feeling that she was being watched by unseen eyes from the moment she pulled the bedding over her to the next morning when she woke. She dismissed these feelings as first day jitters at being in a new house with unfamiliar surroundings and figured she’d become more relaxed as she got used to her new home. As a cool breeze wafted into her room, Glenda arose from her bed and put on her powder blue bath robe before heading off to take a bath. Henry had told her when she had arrived that there were no shower facilities in the castle but instead a giant black and gold bathtub was in each bathroom of the castle. Slightly amused, Glenda took a quick bath and afterwards had to admit that she had never felt as good after showering/bathing as she did then. After dressing, the auburn haired woman headed down to where the dining room was to eat breakfast before setting out to explore her home and surroundings. To her surprise, she found several staff members waiting for her in the large dining area with broad smiles visible on their faces. Smiling in return, Glenda took her seat and nervously started to eat her breakfast while glancing around at the expensive antiques and furniture that seemingly lined every room of the castle. Once breakfast was gone, Glenda went for a walk around the castle and the surrounding area with Henry along to guide her and answer any questions that she might have. When they walked around the ancient battlements that lined the exterior of the castle, Glenda looked out at the breathtaking beauty of the surrounding countryside with the fog slowly rising off the distant landscape for a short period of time. When she finished her viewing the countryside, she turned to the ever patient Henry with a look of both relaxation and puzzlement evident on her face. " Henry, since you’ve probably been her quite some time, perhaps you could tell me a little about your former employer Mr. Elkington. I never met him or frankly knew he existed until recently so I’m a little curious as to who and what he was. " Glenda asked the servant in a friendly manner. " Well, Ms. Mullins, my late employer was a man who had inherited much of his wealth from his parents and had invested it wisely over the years in a wide variety of properties. He was encouraged to seek a more public lifestyle, especially from the society’s elite with daughters who were eligible for marriage, but he always eschewed that lifestyle. He spent most of his days here in the castle or on the grounds in quiet contemplation of different things though he never explained them in full. About a year or so, he had a guest from central Europe, a scientist involved in genetic engineering, who struck up many late night conversations with Mr. Elkington." " Shortly after the scientist’s visit, Mr. Elkington had a large array of equipment delivered to the castle where it was installed in the castle’s cellar. He had a massive iron door built leading into the room in question with the only key being in his possession at all times. The months before his demise, Mr. Elkington spent many hours in that room stopping only to drink coffee or take a nap inside the room. He never said what his work consisted of other than talking about ’ never being lonely ever again’, which was strange given his past history. " " One day, the owner decided to take his favorite car, a 1962 Bentley, out for a drive in the countryside by himself without the accompaniment of his personal chauffeur. The Bentley plunged off the side of the road into a deep raving where it landed upside down in a river swollen by recent torrential downpours. By the time rescue personnel managed to get to the vehicle, there was no sign of Mr. Elkington anywhere near the wreck. After several days of searching, the police determined that Mr. Elkington had drowned with his body yet to be recovered to this day. When it came time to review the will, there was a special stipulation that the room where Mr. Elkington did his secretive research remain sealed and that there would be no attempts to go into said room including you, Ms. Mullins." the butler said with an even tone. " That’s kind of strange to say the least. This scientist that Uncle Charles was talking to….have you seen or heard from him since the accident ? " Glenda asked looking at Henry with a visible need to try and figure out what exactly went on in that room evident on her face. " No, Ms. Mullins, not a word from the gentleman after Mr. Elkington’s unfortunate demise. He did email Mr. Elkington two days before though the contents of the email are unknown to me. Is there anything else you might be curious about concerning your late uncle, ma’am ? " Henry said in an even tone. " I don’t think so, Henry. Why don’t you show me those old hunting trails that run through the back of the property ? " Glenda said with a smile while gesturing towards the grassy expanse behind the castle where a man could be seen puttering back and forth on a large riding mower. She decided for now to let the matter rest for now though she had some ideas how to try and find out on her own what the mystery her uncle took to the grave with him. 3 days later….. Glenda felt more at comfortable with her new home now then when she first arrived but a lingering sense of loneliness had gripped her. The staff had bent over backwards trying to be friendly but Glenda missed the company of her friends from back in her old home town. As she wandered the long corridors of the castle looking at the many artworks collected by Charles and her other descendants, she felt that feeling returning of someone watching her like in one of those shlocky 60’s horror movies. Looking up at the paintings, she didn’t see any eyes moving around and dismissed the feeling like before. However, the walk did make Glenda decide to act on her loneliness immediately. She called up her old friends back in the US, Holly and Tina, and invite them to come stay with her in England for as long as they felt that summer. When they initially balked, Glenda told them that she would pay for all their expenses and told her two friends there were more than a few eligible wealthy bachelors in England who would be interested in meeting two young beautiful women from the US. After much hemming and hawing, Holly and Tina agreed to fly over and stay with her for at least the rest of the summer. Feeling happier than at any point since she came to England, Glenda had the staff prepare two bedrooms for her friends pending visit while she planned out an itinerary for their arrival. The night before their scheduled arrival, Glenda got up in the middle of the night and ventured silently down to the castle’s cellar to the area where her late relative did his secretive work. To her disappointment, the door was just as Henry had described before with the single lock set into it and no other way to access what was behind it. After about ten to fifteen minutes of looking around for something that might give a clue what laid beyond the barrier, Glenda headed back upstairs hoping to someday solve the mystery that was irritating her….. A week later, Glenda’s mood had noticeably improved as Holly and Tina had arrived from the US and the halls of the ancient castle seemed a lot more livelier with the sounds of the two’ laughter. The three had gone riding on horseback over the vast acreage that made up the back of the castle’s property and they had gone into the local pubs several times to talk with the locals and flirt with some of well off rich heirs at the parties held at neighboring estates. It was when the three were coming home late one night that they thought they saw light emanating from the area of the castle that Glenda couldn’t get into. When the three got out of the limo in front of the castle, they were going to check out the source of the light but it went out just as they were stepping out onto the grounds. Flummoxed and annoyed by the strange goings on in the castle, Glenda stormed inside in a huff leaving her two friends scratching their heads wondering what was going on. Several nights later…… It was around 3 am and the hallways of the castle were quiet as everyone had settled in for the night….everyone except for Holly and Tina, who were restless as they sat in their respective rooms. The two had thoroughly enjoyed the time they had spent with Glenda and the many fascinating men they had met yet felt oddly out of sorts when they were at the castle. Neither of them put much stock into Glenda’s claims of a ghost who watched her moves at various parts in the castle but there were something odd that bothered both of them deeply. Tina threw on a light blue silk robe over her nude body followed by matching slippers and sat down at a writing desk at the far end of her room. She started to write a letter to an old college friend, Jill Masterston, about her exploits in England when she heard a knock on the door. When Tina opened the door, she found Holly standing there wearing a silver and black robe with a half empty glass of wine in her left hand with a weary look on her face. " Hi, Tina. Sorry to wake you but I couldn’t sleep and I was hoping that you’d be able to sit up with me for a while and talk for a bit." Holly said she flicked her blonde hair aside before taking a drink of wine. " Oh, I wasn’t sleeping…just writing a letter to a friend in fact. Hmmm…I just got an idea…it’s a bit risqué though…." Tina said with her face noticeably turning a little redder. She leaned forward and whispered for about ten seconds or so into her friend’s right ear. Holly, turning a little red in the face herself, stayed silent for a few seconds before breaking into a broad grin. " Give me about five minutes and I’ll meet you there ! " she said before dashing to the washroom. 5 minutes later…… It was muggy outside that late summer night with the faint sound of rumbling in the distance indicating a thunder shower might be in the offing. The parapets that lined the outer walls of the castle, normally deserted at this hour of night, were home to the sounds of two giggling and happy women that evening….. " Oh my god, I can’t believe I let you talk me into this, Tina ! " Holly shouted as she skipped down the brick walkways wearing not a stitch of clothing on her. She was carrying the same glass of wine from before but otherwise just a smile and a nude body for Tina to see. " Oh, pooff..who’s gonna see us out here tonight ? A few owls….maybe some wandering sheep….c’mon, let’s sit back and enjoy the view like no one ever has around this old castle." Tina chirped as she leaned over the parapet to look into the darkness. " All right, all right, hmmmm…..I don’t remember seeing that big suit of armor out here when I was here before. Did you have it moved here, Tina ? " Holly said softly as she walked over to the shiny metallic object in question. " Nope, not me. It must have been Henry or one of the other castle’s staff who did it. They must be polishing up some of the old rust buckets that line the hallways in this place." Tina called out as she ran her hands over the brick escarpment she was sitting on. " Yeah, I guess you’re right. The strange thing is it looks like it was made just recently…there’s not a speck of rust on it anywhere." Holly replied as she let her hands run over the steel gauntlets and smooth breastplate of the armor. She saw what appeared to be a crest of a phoenix bird holding a large piece of crystal painted on the armor in bright colors. " Are you going to stand there all night with that armor or are you coming over here for the view of a lifetime ? " Tina called out somewhat impatiently. Sighing openly, Holly turned her attention from the relic to the brick facade that her friend was sitting astride of. She slowly walked over and laid astride directly opposite her friend. The two sipped on their glasses of wine and gazed out onto the quiet meadow content with the cool air passing over their nude bodies. As the two women enjoyed the view, they were unaware of the luminescent glow that was becoming visible around the shield of the armor that Holly was just looking at. Seconds later, the energy extended outward from the shield in long tendrils that enveloped the women completely in a bright yellow aura. Strangely, neither Holly or Tina seemed to notice the energy around them as they laid serenely atop the parapet with a dreamy expression on their faces. " Oooohh…I could stay here all night and day…." Holly moaned as she slowly rubbed her left hand over her nubile body while slowly letting her nearly empty glass slip out of her right hand. Tina was doing the same with her hands as both glasses fell to the brick floor behind them where they shattered into a million pieces. As the minutes passed, the intensity that the two young women caressed themselves increased exponentially though the range of motions was decreasing at the same time. Through a haze of erotic pleasure tinged with the bliss of the alcohol she had consumed, Holly saw her friend’s body, visible in the bright moon lit night, was turning shiny in the light which seemed somewhat strange to the blonde woman’s befuddled state of mind. " Hmmm…what…huh…." Holly said softly as she found her arms and legs growing increasingly unresponsive to her thoughts. She saw the small birthmark on her chest just above her left breast disappear as did all the freckles and blemishes on the upper part of her body. She tried to sit up and take a closer look at what was going on but found her body unresponsive to her wishes…. " This feels so…so weird….. " Tina thought to herself as she let her mind drift in a sea of erotic bliss. Her arms and legs felt light as a feather….as if they were hollow tubes of latex filled with nothing but air. It was only when she opened her eyes that she discovered her feelings were horrifically coming true. She saw what looked like seams appearing on the sides of her limbs as well as around her waist. Tina tried to yell out to Holly or anyone within earshot but found her ability to speak had completely vanished. She could see her breasts swell like balloons inflating as they took on a shiny appearance like the rest of her with bright pink nipples and aerolas appearing on both. Holly could see the same transformation happening to her body and she was completely helpless to stop it. She felt her mouth form into an ovular shape with the interior devoid of teeth or tongue and instead consisting of a smooth rubber sac ready for probing by anything or anyone. Holly shuddered mentally in pleasure as she felt her pussy change into the same material that the rest of her body was changing to. She could feel her anus move several inches upward from its’ usual position while forming the same ovular opening that her mouth and pussy had formed. " A LOVE DOLL….I’VE BECOME A DAMNED SEX TOY…..NOOOOO!!!!!!….. " Tina mentally screamed as she saw her arms drawing tight to her body forming the traditional posture of a doll’s hollow arms. Her vision became fixed with her eyes becoming painted features much like the rest of her face was. She was confused as to why this had happened……and who was responsible…. " NOT A BLOW-UP FUCKTOY…..A SEX DOLL FOR SOME OWNER TO USE…..WHY?…HOW?…. " Holly shouted to herself over and over as she felt a cool breeze blow across her rubber body and cause her mind ( or whatever was inside her) to become awash in intense erotic feelings that would have caused her to orgasm if she still was capable of doing such a thing. ...

Part 8 - Sunday Morning By the time we got back to my motel room, I had my plan. First, I had all three women strip from the waist down and kneel in front of the sofa. Starting with Fran, I tie a loop of rope around her left ankle, let out about a foot of slack, then tie her right ankle. Measuring off another foot of rope, I tied Julie’s left ankle, then some slack, and her right ankle. I repeated to process with Barb so all three women were tied together at the ankles. ...

Thanks to everyone who E-mailed me with their very kind comments about the first three parts of this story, it really made me feel good reading them! Here is the final part of the story. Be forewarned that this story contains some death (unseen, but implied). I do not advocate violence against women in any form. Remember that this is a fantasy story, not a real story. Please E-mail with any thoughts you have about the story. ...

Part 1 - Anakamum Egypt, the year 500 B.C. Princess Anakamum was very suspicious about this new advisor that her father had appointed to look over the family affairs. She didn’t like the way he moved, the way he talked, or the way his attitude indicated that he was interested in more then just the families well being. Princess Anakamum was a beautiful tall woman with golden flowing hair, who had a sweet personality and was a joy to get to know. She was the fourth daughter in the royal family of Egypt. She also had two sisters, Demetriery, and Salalo. ...

continued from part 3 Part 4: Sandy on the Pole Good news – my biggest customer is relocating. A couple of thousand weather forecasters and support staff, and a few cellars full of supercomputers and and communications equipment, are moving to Exeter. This would normally mean I’d be very busy and working long hours a long way from home, but in my case I’ve been looking for an excuse to move to Exeter for a month or two now. ...

(story continues from Spellbinder vs. the Collector - Part 3) 8 8 Spellbinder vs. the Collector - Part 4: The Climax by Ranger Spellbinder Vs The Collector Part 4—The Climax Paula McKenzie, being forcefully pulled by the tight crotch-leash, couldn’t resist the Collector as he pulled her into the dank dungeon without extreme pain between her legs. She was so close to freedom to be caught by a “computer geek”—how humiliating. She was dragged over to a steel exam table where several henchmen held her down as they removed the straps holding down her naked body. The henchmen’s hands were everywhere—brushing and squeezing her breasts, inner thighs, and crotch. Paula struggled for all she was worth but the hands were too strong. They were slipping her legs into something very tight. She looked down to see some type of latex body suit being pulled up her body. The material felt very thin but strong. ...

(story continues from Enslaved Part 1: Captured) Part 2: And then there were Three… “WARNING, WARNING, WARNING, BIO-ENDANGERMENT OF CAPTIVE IMMENANT!!!” I woke up to those words thinking oh no now what, I looked around for Mary. I couldn’t find her, then I looked up, there she was, somehow she found a way to make a noose with her bed sheet, then tied it to a rafter up high on the ceiling, she had the noose around her neck and was twitching, suddenly my arm lifted up and there before my eyes I saw the weapon, a tube of small proportions, aimed at her, the comp said that I had one shot and I should take it or loose her life, her life was in my hands. I aimed as best I could, and squeezed my hand. A bolt of light shot out of my tube and burned clean through the bed sheet, she came down hard, and I heard the crunch of breaking bone as she landed on her feet. I rushed to her, noticing that the weapon had recessed back into its housing. I gently lifted her head and removed the noose, her face was covered in burst capillaries, but she was still breathing. ...

It was dusk, on the second of January 2002, the day Wanda gave me her key and security code number and said, “This makes us official.” “Hi, Tiffany? Thank goodness you’re home.” “This isn’t Tiffany. I’m her roommate, Roberta. Can I take a message? She’s very tied up at the moment.” “…Uh?” “Who is this?” “This is Barbara Byrd, and no, you can’t take a message. This is an emergency. I must speak with Tiffany now! It’s a matter of life and death!” ...

(story continues from Away On Business 7: The Bag Revisited) WARNING Do NOT try this at home, the story is presented here as a fantasy only, to attempt this in real life may result in injury or death. In Memory of Diane, my soulmate, who sadly passed away after her fight with cancer and is sadly missed. I hope in leaving this legacy to your readers that they can appreciate how much fun we had in acting out these fantasies. Authors Note: Just as a background whenever I was away on business Diane used to send me horny emails, often I would read these during meetings etc. As you can imagine it was quite distracting to say the least. I have made them into this series of stories called ‘Away on Business’. I bet you wished your girlfriend sent you horny emails like this when you were away on business! ...

As with everything she did, Lovell wanted her first, adult experience with bondage and discipline to be state of the art. From what her friends had to say about it, �For Most Fantasies, Inc.� seemed the best way to go. Nineteen years of no-complaint business, within its meticulously discreet demographic, and thousands of anonymous and signed letters from a grateful majority of very satisfied clients, abundantly testified to �For Most�s� strictly confidential, top-of-the-line standards. No cover or true identity had ever been blown, no one had ever been either psychologically or physically damaged, and no lawsuit ever filed, a track record that did much to attract clients of Lovell�s demanding and discriminating tastes. ...

(story continues from Part 9)_ ### Chapter 10 Cassandra could feel her orgasm blossoming inside her as she sat in her own cocooned darkness. The vibrator the man had pushed inside her was caressing her with its buzzing fingers. She could feel her drool leaking over her ring gag as she panted and moaned but there was little she could do about it. Even the soreness of her welt-stripped ass and the plug inside it seemed to help her wanton desires along. The young blonde didn’t want to cum but her body was ignoring her. ...

(story continues from Part 8)_ ### Chapter 9 Ray whistled while he peeled the carrots. He could hear his wife through the open bedroom door. She was trying to scream for his attention through her black leather peargag. Ray imagined that the words she was trying to yell were not pleasant, but this wouldn’t be the first time. Janice had cuffed herself for him and now she had to suffer the consequences. Besides, he knew all the ruckus she made was because she was as horny as hell. If she was really in trouble, she would have hummed their ‘safe tune’. No, he knew her pussy was itching for someone to scratch it. ...

(story continues from The New House Rules 5) Chapter 6 Part 6a I chew on the cloth pressed between my teeth, then make another feeble move forward. Tara and I are both sitting on the floor, tied back to back against a post in Wil’s basement. My wrists are handcuffed behind my back, and my legs are tied above my knees and at my ankles. I pull myself forward into the ropes across my chest, run under my arms and above my breasts, welding me to the metal behind me. It of course does not budge, but squirming against the bondage is one of the best parts of being tied. I straighten my legs and twist my ankles against the ropes circling them. Tara’s blonde hair whips around the pole and hits me on the face. She must be squirming also. I find myself wishing that next time Taylor will tie our hair under the gags. I can’t even blow the strands out of my face while gagged. I smile inside, inescapability tied and I am already thinking about the next time I am tied. ...

The day had finally arrived. The Master was going to pick his top slave to become his permanent latex bondage submissive. The girls had arrived early this morning. Jessica, Melissa and Sonia had been preparing for this event for months. The were all the master’s slaves and they all longed to become his permanent unconditional submissive. They were going to have their bondage tested to their limits today. The last to request release would be declared the winner and would willingly lose the control of her body. ...